thats a rhetorical question
but for fucks sake...stuck back in this essex hell hole with fuck all to go and see...it all fucking wanky superhero shit and wank fest horror bollocks...even the fucking edge of love would have done but nooooo. we dont mind pouring over miller and knightly every second of the day in fucking grazia et al. but when it comes to biting the bullet and seeing what they actually do...no thanks. were out. its about a poet tho innit. not too hot on shakespeare and all that shit.
ive got london on my doorstep with dozens to see but it costs fucking twelve quid on the train and seven for the ticket...20 quid for just one film...arrrggghhh....
someone do something quick.
wait. relax. i know.
im gonna put on a shirt. splash some smelly on. get all nice looking. buy a big tub of ben a jerrys at the kiosk for me and the (imaginary) girl. go watch sex and the city. come out vigorated and maybe a bit weepy. then go have a few glasses of wine at a weatherspoons. talk about the film and then just have a bitch about people from work.
its ok. life is ok. this is the good life. its ok.